Welcome.
These are some of the attempts at verse that I have made over the years. I trust that they are to the glory of the Lord Jesus - and that putting them here is to His glory too.
I have now posted most that I have written at least once but continue in case a new audience finds new blessing. Occasionally I throw in some other verse.
Comment are welcome.

Monday, 30 April 2018

Jehovah's trees are satisfied, becauseHe planted them, and tends each branch and shoot -They are as men who contemplate His laws -While His supply refreshes every root.Look at the cedars burgeoning in might,In spread, and girth, and groundedness, and height.As for the stork, the fir-tree is her house.

Saturday, 28 April 2018

I slept. And my Beloved knocked. Alas!That my response was not alacritous.How unlike, Acsah springing from her ass,Or Abigail, my moves were ponderous.I rose to open but He had withdrawn;I rose and sought Him but I found Him not.I asked,where had my Well-beloved gone?And went to seek Him since I was distraughtThe watchmen wounded me. The daughters asked,What He is like? And then He filled my gazeWith all His loveliness, and as I baskedIn all His excellence I told His praise.Blest Spirit, let me fix my eyes on Him,And days will not be dull nor I be dim.

Tuesday, 10 April 2018

Trebly a wanderer - Born, a sojourning reject;Fled from the king's wrath;Sheep-leader, behind the wilderness - He arrived at the mountain of God.God had marked each footstep.Combating on the hilltopSustained by Aaron and HurHe prevailed with Jehovah;Until JoshuaCombating in the plainShattered Amalek's power.He shepherded the peopleHe had led by still watersAnd pastured on the MannaTo God's holy mountain,To Sinai; yet GodBore them to Himself.If the first tables were as shatteredAs the people's promise,With newly-hewn tablesThe intercessor stood on God's rockUpon Sinai, under God's handTo hear and see God's glory.Israel's first great poetHe sang of the mountainOf God's inheritance; of the best thingsOf the ancient mountains; but alsoOf the God who wasBefore the mountains were brought forth.So the king in Jeshurun,In unimpaired vigour climbedPisgah, there to beholdGod's populated domain;There to die; and there to have uniquelyBurial by God in the valley.But what goodness of GodTo give him at last a venture intoHis land; to stand with JesusTo know His accomplishments,More than all he foresaw, onThe mount of transfiguration.

Wednesday, 4 April 2018

This is a multipoem, or several poems. You may follow route one for a series of considerations of the Lord Jesus in varied circumstances, tested against the features mentioned in Philippians 4:4. Or you can follow route two for the series of poems, True, Noble, Just, Pure, Amiable. Or you can wander your own way forward from this verse to create a poem that no one else may ever have read. But there is no turning back. I would love to hear how you get on the journey.